One bright day in the middle of the night

Two dead boys got up to fight

Back to back they faced each other

Drew their swords and shot each other

The deaf policeman heard the noise

And came and killed the two dead boys

If you don't believe my story's true

Ask the blind man he saw it, too

"Do you remember that poem Sungiminnie?  We worked really hard learning the English to perform it for the talent show.  Kinda strange that we did that and now you're...  Well, you know...  You're here in spirit, though you're body isn't around.  Me?  Yeah, I'm here - flesh and blood.  But the day you were killed, I felt like I died on the inside.  So that's us:  two dead boys."

A box of tissues fell from the kitchen counter with a thud.  I heaved a small laugh while drying my eyes, "Still taking care of me, pabo?"  The air next to me dropped a few degrees indicating his presense.  I turned towards the ghost of my friend, "Thanks for being here."

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